I'm trying to decide whether I prefer my Hula Hoops in beef

[Sir C]

I knew a chap at school who ate Bovril crisps until his breath was virtually toxic and people no longer wanted anything to do with him.

He went on to become a hardline Islamic type.

There's a lesson for us all there, I think.

Actually, I'd forgotten all about Bovril. When I return to the north in winter, I think I'm going to fill mynthermos with Bovril instead of tea. I may add a drop of scotch to keep the chill out.